Soon, the hooded youth appeared atop the crest of the Gray Tide.
His appearance was different from the last time. He seemed to possess features from every race, yet belonged to none of them.
Everyone felt a sense of déjà vu, but they couldn't recall where they had seen him before.
Some anthropologists and medical experts in the group instantly understood. His face was likely an average, a composite of the faces of youths from every race.
This was why everyone felt such a sense of familiarity and warmth toward him.
The Gray Tide continued to morph, forming a long staircase that rose thousands of meters high, straight into the clouds, as if piercing the heavens and reaching a place no one could ever access.
Shen Feng sat down a few dozen steps up, resting his elbows casually on his knees with his hands clasped together. He looked down at the fervent expressions of the Salvation Army Warriors below and asked with a smile:
"How does it feel to be completely wiped out?"
